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Forts Board makes a good point and there is a question about how many side kicks. Moana has Pua and Heihei. Luke has R2 and C3PO. Harry has Hedwig and Buckbeak. Spin has a slug and a spaceship. Let me offer this other point in defense of 5th ideal (Stead). Brandon excels at world building. His works stands apart in the genre for the vibrancy and uniqueness of the ecology. Not since Tolkien, have the plants and animals been such a part of the story. I have this theory that there is an impending ecological catastrophe on Roshar. There are hints at this, Ashyn, visions, the very destructive nature of the storms. If the radiants journey ended back at connecting to the natural world it would be a pleasing convergence of themes.

Just because character is sure does not mean they are right. Wax was hundred percent sure Lessie was dead, and he was dead wrong. As such I'd trust Ars Arcanum over the story, since Ars Arcanum has been used to provide us, the readers, with additional information. Or even more accurate information, like in the case of Allomantic table from hardcover HoA which contained the effect of Pure Atium long before most readers realized Atium in Era 1 was alloy. Harmony cannot interfere much if at all, what he let slip is that moving pictures are possible, but absolutely no details about how to make it. Letting Marsh know about how exactly to hack together multiple Invested Arts is rather different sort of information, equivalent information would be letting it slip that Hemalurgic compounding is possible but no other details. And nowhere did such information help them save the world, in fact saving the world was completely independent of knowing how to Compound with Hemalurgy. In fact, Wax was Harmony's chosen agent to save the world (what with being his Sword), so if he was to provide someone with that knowledge Wax makes more sense (especially since he is weak Mistborn and has Hemalurgic spikes). Yup, which makes it more likely that Identity is not the only problem with Hemalurgic compounding. Yeah, but we are talking about Hemalurgic Compounding, i.e. when someone makes themselves (or someone) Compounders on purpose. They absolutely would make themselves OP Compounder, why would they do anything else? Imagine Miles with C-Steel, Wax would be dead. Metalborn while rare are still something like 1:100 if I recall right. So Elendel alone has ~10000 -ish Mistings. And there were multiple Steelrunners in the Terris Village (still probably in single digits), the one Bleeder killed was among the few that left and as such was plausible target. You mean like Set went through the cumbersome process of kidnapping Spooks descedents, and then keeping them in a hidden villlage underground for breeding purposes? Kidnapping two people and spiking them is far easier. Hell, Set are experimenting with Hemalurgy so this is rather close to what they are already doing regularly. Yeah, this thread is talking about future technology. If Hemalurgic compounders became a regular thing, Hemalurgy absolutely is public.

Thank you, that's great to know (though like with everything Cosmere hard to sit still and wait for ) From what they said it sounds like they'll focus on a new or updated Constellation map rather than the Star Charts or am I likely misunderstanding that? Also I had slight hopes, that we might get them before AU2 since we got the Nalthian one already, which from what I could gather was originally planned for AU2 as well. It would be extra nice since we'd also get symbols/icons for those new worlds as well. But all in due time I hope

Aaron looks up, a haunted look in his eyes. He shakes the fog away. Trying to at least pretend that he was normal again. "burgers would be great" he mutters trying to sound upbeat

Home, District Orodain Douglas grabbed his brothers hand, walking him along the footpath towards the city centre. he was in an oddly good mood. Perhaps it is all the money in my pocket he thinks smugly to himself. The crude buildings of the outskirts of town slowly turned concrete as they neared the centre, where hundreds of people stood underneath the sun, which beat down upon them. He glances at his brother, who is smiling at his new toy. It was a dog shaped toy. Stuffed full of something soft. He smiles again. That little thing has kept his brother busy the past few days, and the toy puppy had already become a pilot, a game maker, and many other things. He pulls his brother towards him, and lifting him up, he settles him on his own shoulders, watching as the show starts. peacekeepers much up on the stages, heading towards the ball that contained the names of people from all over the district. The lady up the front reaches the balls and addresses the audience. He watches, but does not hear anything. Someone calls his name. He looks up. The lady out the front calls his name again. he sits there stunned. Everyone nearby looks at him. His brother makes a sound. And he feels tears drop on his head. "No" he hears his brother say in a wobbly voice above him. Which started to dissolve. He tries to get him off his shoulders, to sooth him, but his brother starts crying. "Not you too" he sobs trying to hold on. Peacekeepers come towards him intent on taking him away. He tries to head towards the stage, but his brother kept holding onto him. He glances around. Praying to the Almighty or whoever was up there to help him. His brother keeps clinging to him. "Please forgive me" he says to his brother. Who peers up at him, and he delivers an uppercut to the young boys chin, trying to put some but not a lot of force behind it. "I love you" DOuglas says to his brothers body as it crumples to the cement, he sees one of the caregivers and tosses her his bag of money motioning to his younger brother. Hoping she will understand. She nods in conformation, and he gets dragged to the stage. His brother getting picked up gently by the woman. He stares straight ahead for the rest of the ceremony, small silent tears rolling down his face, and as he goes into the hal, he hears his brothers voice behind him "Douglas" Hunger Games Arena Douglas feels a sharp pain between his ribs, and briefly flares his powers, only for them to fail an instant later. A spear. He feels the spear travel through his body, and his breathing hitches, as it goes through a lung. The shaft and head slide out the front of his body smoothly, and he suddenly feels the pain.It burns through him, from the entry and exit wounds, and spreading out, like fire. He gasps again, and it feels like napalm was poured down his throat. he coughs, and notices the red. So this is how I die, he thinks to himself. Slaughtered like an animal, without a chance to fight back He feels the person drag the spear out of his body. His body convulsing as he does so, and feels things ripping inside of him. No He tries to rise, but the pain was too much, and he falls back down. The small thump as he hit the ground sounded pitiful. "I am so sorry Aiden" he tries to say, or mutter anything. But nothing comes out, and he feels a tug, and slowly drifts away like a leaf in the breeze. His hands reaching out for someone that would never see him again. Ex-Home, District Orodain Aiden watches as his brother dies on the screen, the camera zooming up on the face that Aiden loved. His fae twists in a grimace, as he feels his brothers pain, the defiance. The love. He doubles over, the pain turning his vision black for a second. The killed is now on the screen, looking at the other. I will get you for this His mind latches on the thought, and it bounces around his head, growing stronger and stronger. It stops. The pain. He feels something slip away from him, and he feels tears run down his small cheeks, and onto the clothing that he wore, and onto the small dog toy that his brother had got him. He clutched it in both hands. Wanting not to let go of his brother, but feels him pull away, into another place.

Hype!! This year’s setup lacks firefighters, so I’ll give you 3 Firefighters - they’ll put out fires for you and definitely do not work for the mafia. @DrakeMarshall @Experience both of you need to create an MU account and check in here: https://www.mafiauniverse.com/forums/threads/44933-Mafia-Championship-Season-11-General-Thread?p=7877323&viewfull=1#post7877323 Good luck!

I will lend Drake a shield made of the bodies of newbie elims, and my trusty Cloak of Inactivity. Use them wisely and sparingly for their cost is great.

Nameless' lawyer cackled inwardly, going over in his mind all the evil lawyer things he could do with the large fortune he would get from this case. "I suppose you're technically correct about the written testimony, but your other arguments hold less water than a Sherdian Ghanderflaffle on the dayside of Taldain. Your argument that the soul is what travels to the World of Dreams shows your complete lack of expertise in this matter. On a basic level, The World of Dreams contains memories of what once existed, not souls. Indeed, having a soul would make it quite difficult to get to the World of Dreams, at least in any meaningful way. As for the nature of his death, yes, some characters can survive without Authors, but those characters are built to live in such a way, born with an ability to feed off of a connection to the soul of TLT itself. Nameless had no such ability, nor did he have any power to sustain himself with, and as such he swiftly perished. The lawyer snapped his fingers at one of his many underpaid assistants, who quickly procured a TLT historybook, which he promptly handed to Hacob. "Here, you should probably read this. It would clear up a lot of these nonsensical arguments you're making. For example, Narrators did not bring the excess Chaotic Light into TLT, they exist because there is excess Chaotic Light in TLT. When the Luxsprites of ancient days fell, their powers of Order corrupted, the power flowed freely into the world, infusing many, and thus the Narrators were born. That is why the Enullers created TLT, withergeists aside. They did so to contain the Chaotic Light, and the Narrators that were born from it. Not the other way around. Because of their swift action and constant vigilance, there is not nearly enough free Chaotic Light outside of TLT for anyone to become a full Narrator. The vast vast majority of it forms the substance of worlds, and is made inaccessible by the Ordered light that holds those worlds together. Speaking as someone who's seen the world outside TLT, you don't realize just how powerful you are. Narrators have power beyond any being I've ever heard of outside of TLT, including gods that can threaten entire threads. The theoretical 'shifting' you say Platypus may have been able to do would only be made possible by the frankly ridiculous levels of Chaotic light that exist in this place." Nameless' lawyer pulled out a copy of the book Nameless had written, making a show of putting on spectacles and closely examining the first page. "Ridiculous. An obvious forgery. I can say that Nameless would never write this, save as a joke. He knows full well that you, Subversion, Platypus, and all the other characters in this book are completely fictional. In fact, there is not a single real person ever mentioned in this book, unless you count the passing mention of Authors in chapter thirty-two page three-hundred and twelve, where Subversion thinks, and I quote "Surely no Author could create someone completely incapable of love." His mouth twitched slightly as he said this, composure cracking as he once again reminding himself to buy a copper medallion so that he could place all of his memories of Nameless' horrendous book into it and then launch the resultant metalmind into the nearest star. Either that, or hire somebody to bash his head with a hammer until he forgot the last three years of his life. "Er, anyways, this clearly proves that the statement 'Thaidakar based his work on real people' is completely false and meant for satire, even if it is authentic. Real people are barely mentioned in the story, and certainly not in any way that could infringe on copyright laws."

Maybe if Aaron did happen to be upset, Jenny could try to distract him. It was normally best to assume that she had no idea what was going on in someone else’s head. Asking him a question couldn’t hurt, so she might as well do so just in case. ”What do you think about burgers, Aaron?” @Scars of Hathsin

Okay, I'm closing the poll. @DrakeMarshall will be our rep for champs this year! It is customary for us to send our representative off with whatever tokens we've come across during our games. I will lend you the slain heart of the Awakened House on the Hill, as a reminder that no evil is too great to overcome* *If you have a Shardblade, which hopefully someone else will lend you

Who created God? In the King James Bible it says that God was a being since the beginning of time, but what created time? It is irrational for a something to come from nothing. If matter cannot be created or destroyed, then where did matter come from? Our best guess is the Big Bang, but even then something cant come from nothing. Also, scientists say that the universe is still constantly expanding, but if that's true then once again its an argument of where is that coming from? Was the Big Bang, or the start of our universe the start of time? And if so then did God get created along with the start of time? We have a few scenarios here, the first, which is that God did get created when the Big Bang happened, which is the start of time. But even then, it's still the matter of who or what created God himself, because ONCE AGAIN, something CANNOT come from nothing. The next scenario is that God existed from before the Big Bang. Once again, is the Big Bang the beginning of time or not? If it is not, then what was here before the Big Bang and thus creation of the universe? Was it just a void, but what is the void made of? Is God in that void? and if so is it truly a void? If it was the start of time, then how did God exist before time. Nothing can exist outside of time, because then there would be no time to exist. Which once again brings me to the question of when was God created and who or what created him. A quote I found recently says this: "Nothing cannot exist, for to think of anything that does not exist is to think of something that exists." -unknown

Scary.

psst. the torch wasn't lit. He just needed a stick to go after them with

yes. the scariest person on this site. He's doomed

Yeah- head admin, right?

imagine. I just finished my CX questions I'm going to bed and will do my homework this weekend

Procrastinating sleep itself right now

Edgar heard Jenny start to say something. But then she stopped. Was it something about him? Was she worried he wasn’t strong enough to hear it? He probably wasn’t. He was too weak for her. She deserved someone stronger, someone better. Leave her now, before it breaks her.

Jenny cocked her head slightly, curious. Why was Aaron talking to himself? Jenny talked to herself a fair bit. He was probably fine. She wasn’t exactly the best person for determining if someone was “fine”, though. She began to try to ask if he was alright, but stopped herself. He wasn’t crying or anything. He could ask for help if he needed it.

Wierdo, do you know who Chaos is?

I have affadavits to read… And a Direct (basically 8 minute q&a to a witness that is me) to write And I should shower And do all my other homework But what if I just… Didn’t?

that's true! not necessarily for the longest amount of time, but the most, yes.